Andrew's fingertips went empty, lifting his gaze calmly back to her. He concealed his emotions deeply, his face remained composed as he also extended his hand. At this moment, Isabella's neck flushed again, just like the last time he bit her neck, and her body inexplicably softened.

 

She took a deep breath, steadying her pounding heart.

 

He seemed to sense her unease, his gaze appraising her expression, his eyes focused and... intense?

 

She found it odd that he seemed to capture her emotional changes every time. Isabella turned her head away, avoiding eye contact.

 

However, his palm landed on Isabella's thigh, a few slightly cool long fingers even slipping under...